WHY ARE ELEPHANTS SO CUTE

Time: Last Night.
Where:  A neighborhood Bar
What: An elephant.
Saturday night, and we are out having drinks. A group of what…. Maybe ten of us? We sit around at the table- bottles of beer and blended drinks littering up the table top.  The location is a residential area. The bar sits crowded amidst maybe 5 or 6 others- it feels like a secret discovery that we have come up upon. Its almost like a spontaneous village of night life, hidden away from the city- secluded, bright, warm, and happy. The atmosphere is welcoming and cheery- sort of how I might imagine an inn to seem in a scene from lord of the rings. I sip at a beer, and pour my self servings from the pitcher of fruity slushy we’ve ordered. At first, I am quiet, leanihng by and  soaking up the warmth, and the feel of the light here- which comes  from a combination  of two  florescent streetlights that rise up high above us, moths gathering around  them- and the warm golden yellow that  emerges from the bars near by.  With in the hour however, my mood will soon reverse- switc hing to something that’s all angles,  bouncing energy, shaking heads, and laughter. Soon I will shout, laugh, and fly to in a million pointed directions, feeling both bewildered and amazed at the spinning word around me. Its at this point in time that a man and an elephant walk to the bar.
The elephant has just had a bath, and unlike the other ones I’ve touched, his skin is soft and leathery- slightly most.  His trunk was incredibly curious.By the time I saw him, he had walked up to the bar, and  in an instant- felt his trunk atop the head of a near by man. Enthralled, I bounce over to him, jutting out my arms and legs in as many ways as I can to travel up to meet him. The elephant stays still, but his trunk moves over to explore. It starts  with my hands, but soon creeps up to my face. I look straight forward, and my sight of the night sky gets dramatically interrupted by the sight of an elephant trunk , bombarding up towards my nose. I lean back away from it, but the trunk is relentless. It wants to grasp my face.

OH MY GOD ALKJFGHBNRBNSKFH!!!! GIGGLE GIGGLE ! ! ! HAHAHA HAHAHA ! GHJLAFGH GIGGLE! HA!  I exclaim. The trunk continues, attempting to explore the other bodies and faces that stand around me. His owner sells us bamboo sticks (I think) and we feed them to The Trunk. In short time, I want to see The Trunk again, and I find myself poking the elephant’s side. The trunk returns, weaving around me , and then making a beeline for my face again. The trunk attacks. Ewe. Elephant snot.
AH HAH HAH AHAHAHAHAHAHA HAH! I spout again.
 And then, to my disappointment, the man takes the elephant away. He is going to the bar next door, for The Trunk to explore, and discover new faces.
“That was the best thing ever!!!!!!!” I belt to the heavens, “When will somebody get me an elephant????!?”